A a 3 ' Proceeding
Tragedy of MACBETH.
Proceeding from the heat-opprefied brain?
I fee thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.
Thou marmal'ft me the way that I was going ;
And iuch an inftrument I was to ufe.
Mine eyes are made the fools o'th* other fenfes,
Or elfe worth all the reft I fee thee ftill ;
1 And on the blade of th' dudgeon, 3 gouts of blood,
Which was not fo before. There's no fuch thing.
It is the bloody bufmefs, which informs
Thus to mine eyes. -Now o'er one half the world
Nature feems dead, and wicked dreams abufe
The curtain'd deep ; now witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate's offerings : and withered Murther,
(Alarum'd by his fentinel, the wolf,
Whofe howl's his watch) thus with his flealthy pace,
* With farquitfs ravifhing ftrides, tow'rds his defign
Moves like a ghoft. Thou found andfirm-fet earth,
4 Hear not my fteps, which way they walk, for fear
c Thy very flones s prate of my where-about;
2 And on THY blade AND dudgeon, gouts of blood,"] Certainly, if
W the blade, then on the dudgeon ; for dudgeon fignifies a fmall dag-
ger. We (houid read therefore,
And on i H E blade OF T H' dudgeon,
3 gouti of blood,'] Or drops, French. Mr. Pope.
4 With Tarquin's ra<vijhing ftrides,'] The juftnefs of this fimi-
litude is not very obvious. But a ftanza, in his poem of Taryui
and Lucrece, will explain it.
NOVJ ftole upon the time, the dead of night ;
When heavy Jleep had cloid up mortal eye;
No comfortable ftar did lend his light,
No noife but owls and wolves dead-boding cries;
No*w firves the feafon that they may furprife
Tbejilly lambs. Pur,, thoughts are dead and Jllll,
Whilit LUST and MURDER wake to ftain and kill.
5 prate of )ny ivbere about ;] i.e. Tell where I am. The
Oxford Editor alters it to,
prate of that ice" re about >
i. t. Tell 'what we are upon. But tho' a noife on the pavement
the firft, I chink it could fcarce do the latter.
< And
The Tragedy of M A c B E T H. 359
* 6 And take the prefent horrour from the time,
* Which now fuits with it. Whilft I threat, he lives
[A Bell rings.
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
I go, and it is done ; the bell invites me.
Hear it not, Duncan^ for it is a knell
That fummons thee to heaven, or to hell. [Exit.
SCENE III.
Enter Lady.
Lady. That which hath made them drunk, hath
made me bold :
What hath quench'd them, hath given me fire. '< Hark !
peace !
<c It was the owl that fhriek'd, the fatal bell- man,
" Which gives the ftern'ft good-night he is
about it
" The doors are open ; and the furfeited grooms
*' Do mock their charge with fnores. I've drugg'd
their Poffcts,
" That death and nature do contend about them,
" Whether they live or die.
Enter Macbeth.
Macb. Who's there ? what ho !
Lady. " Alack ! I am afraid, they have awak'd j
" And 'tis not done ; th' attempt and not the deed,
" Confounds us hark ! I laid their daggers
ready,
6 And take the prefent horrour from the time,
Which now fuiti with it. ] /'. *. Left the noife from the
ilones take away from this midnight feafon that prefent horror
which fuits fo well with what is going to be afted in it. What
was the horror he means ? Silence, than which nothing can be
more horrid to the perpetrator of an atrocious defign. This (hews
a great knowledge of human nature.
A a 4 " He
360 The Tragedy of MACBETH.
" He could not mils 'em. 7 Had he not refembled
" My father as he flept, I had don't My husband!
Macb, I've done the deed didft thou not hear
a noife?
Lady. I heard the owl fcream, and the crickets cry.
Did not you fpeak ?
Macb. When?
Lady. Now.
Macb. As I defcended ?
Lady. Ay.
Macb. Hark ! who lies i'th' fecond chamber ?
Lady. Donalbain.
Macb. This is a forry fight. [Looks on bis lands.
Lady. A foolifh thought, to fay, a forry fight.
Macb. * There's one did laugh in's fleep, and one
cry'd, Murther!
* They wak'd each other ; and I flood and heard them ;
** But they did fay their prayers, and addrefs them
" Again to deep.
Lady. There are two lodg'd together.
Macb. " One cry'd, God blefs us! and, Amen!
the other ;
* c As they had feen me with thefe hangman's hands.
" Liftening their fear, I could not fay, Amen,
*' When they did fay, God blefs us.
Lady. Confider it not fo deeply.
Macb. But wherefore could not I pronounce, Amen?
I had mod need of bleffing, and Amen
Stuck in my throat.
T' Had be not refembhd
My father as kejlept, I bad dont'} This is very artful,
for, as the Poet has drawn the lady and husband, it would be
thought the ad fhpuld have been done by her. It is likewife highly
juftj tor tho' ambition had fubdued in her all the fentiments of
nature towards frefent objefts, yet the likenefs of one paft, which
flie had been f-.ccufton.ed tc regard with reverence, made her un-
natural p-ifTiont, for a monunt, give way to the ientionents of in-
ilindl aud humanity.
Lady,
The Tragedy of M A c B E T H. 361
Lady. Thefe deeds muft not be thought,
Alter thefe ways* fo, it will make us mad.
Macb. " Methought, I heard a voice cry, Sleep no
more!
" Macbeth doth murther Sleep ; the innocent deep ;
" Sleep that knits up the ravell'd fleeve of care,
" 8 The birth of each day's life, fore labour's bath,
" Balm of hurt minds, great nature's fecond Courfe,
'* Chief nourifher in life's feaft.
Lady. What do you mean ?
Macb. " Still it cry'd, fleep no more, to all the
houfe ;
" Glamis hath murther'd fleep, and therefore Cawdor
" Shall fleep no more , Macbeth fhall fleep no more!
Lady. Who was it, that thus cry'd? why, worthy
fbane,
You do unbend your noble flrength, to think
So brain-fickly of things ; go, get fome water,
And wafh this filthy witnefs from your hand.
Why did you bring thefe daggers from the place ?
They muft lye there. Go, carry them, and fmear
The fleepy grooms with blood.
Macb. I'll go no more ;
I am afraid to think what I have done ;
Look on't again, I dare not.
Lady. " Infirm of purpofe!
" Give me the daggers ; the fleeping and the dead
8 The DEATH of each days life, fore labour's bath, &c.] In this
encomium upon fleep, amongft the many appellations which are
given it, fignificant of its benifkence and friendlinefs to life, we
find one which conveys a different idea, and by no means agrees
with the reft ; which is,
The Death of each Jay's life,
J make no queftion but Shake/pear wrote,
The birth of each days life,
The true characleriftic of fleep, which repairs the decays of labour,
and aflifts that returning vigour which fupplies the next day's afti-
vity. The Player- Editors feem to have corrupted it for the fake
of a filly gingle between life and death.
" Are
362 The Tragedy 0f M A c B E T H,
" Are but as pictures ; 'tis the eye of childhood,
" That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed,
I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal,
For it muft feem their guilt. [Exit.
Knocks 'within.
Macb. Whence is that knocking! [Starting.
" How is it with me, when every noife appals me?
What hands are here? hah! they pluck out mine
eyes.
Will all great Neptnm?* ocean warn this blood
Clean from my hand ? no, this my hand will rather
Thy multitudinous fea incarnardine,
Making the green one red
Enter Lady.
Lady. " My hands are of your colour ; but I fhame
" To wear a heart fo white j I hear a knocking
{Knock.
" At the fouth entry. Retire we to our chamber i
*' A little water clears us of this deed.
" How eafie is it then ? your conftancy
' Hath left you unattended hark, more knocking!
[Knock.
" Get on your night-gown, left occafion call us,
" And mew us to be Watchers ; be nor loft
4t So poorly in your thoughts.
Macb. 9 To know my deed, 'twere beft not know
myfelf.
Wake, Duncan, with this knocking: 'would, thou
cculdft ! [Exeunt.
9 To kr.ona my detd, "'twere beft not know myfelf ~\ i. e. While I
have the thoughts of rnis deed it were bell not know, or be lofi to,
riiyfelf. This is an anfwer to the lady's reproof;
So zozrty inycur thoughts .
But the Oxford Editor, perceiving neither the fenfe, nor the perti-
nency of the anfwer, alters it to,
Ti> an know my deed, 'twere left not know myfelf.
SCENE
Tragedy of MACBETH. 363
SCENE IV.
Enter a Porter.
[Knocking within.] Port. Here's a knocking, in-
deed : if a man were porter of hell -gate, he ihould
have old turning the key. [Knock] Knock, knock,
knock. Who's there, i'th' name of Relzebub ? here's
a farmer, that hang'd himfelf on the expectation of
plenty: come in time, have napkins enough about
you, here you'll fweat for't. [Knock] Knock, knock.
Who's there i' th' other devil's name ? faith, ' here's
an equivocator, that could fwear in both the fcales
againft either fcale, who committed treafon enough for
God's fake, yet could not equivocate to heav'n : oh,
come in, equivocator, [Knock] Knock, knock, knock.
Who's there? faiih, * here's an Englijb taylor come
hither for ftealing out of a French hofe : come in, tay-
lor, here you may roaft your goofe. [Knock] Knock,
knock. Never at quiet! what are you? but this place
is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter it no further: I
had thought to have let in fome of all profeffions, that
go the primrofe way to th' everlafting bonfire. [Knock]
Anon, anon, I pray you, remember the porter.
Enter Macduff, and Lenox.
Macd. Was it fo late, friend, ere you went to bed, '
That you do lie fo late?
Port. Faith, Sir, we were caroufing 'till the fecond
cock :
1 here's an equivocator, ivbo committed treafon enough for
God's fake,'] Meaning a Jefuit ; an order fo troublefom to the State
in Queen Elizabeth and King James the Firft's times. The inven-
tors of the execrable doftrine of equivocation.
2 here's an Englifh taylor come hither for Jieuling out of a French
hofe :] The archnefs of che joke confiils in this, that a Fremh hole
being very fhort and ftrait, a taylor mull be malkr of his trade
who could fteaJ any thing from ^hence.
And
364. The Tragedy of MACBETH.
And Drink, Sir, is a great provoker of three things.
Macd. What three things doth Drink efpecially
provoke ?
Port. Marry, Sir, nofe-painting, fleep, and urine.
Lechery, Sir, it provokes, and un provokes ; it pro-
vokes the defire, but it takes away the performance.
Therefore much Drink may be fa id to be an equivo-
cator with lechery $ it makes him, and it mars him ;
it fets him on, and it takes him off; it perfwades him,
and diiheartens him ; makes him (land to, and not
ftand to ; in conclufion, equivocates him into a fleep,
and, giving him the lie, leaves him.
Macd. I believe, Drink gave thee the lie laft night.
Port. That it did, Sir, iW very throat o* me* but
I requited him for his lie; and, I think, being too
ftrong for him, though he took my legs fome time,
yet I made a fhift to caft him.
Macd. Is thy mafter ftirring?
Our knocking has awak'd him ; here he comes.
Luc. Good morrow, noble Sir.
Enter Macbeth.
Macb. Good morrow, Both.
Macd. Is the King ftirring, worthy Thane?
Mack. Not yet.
Macd. He did command me to call timely on him ^
I've almoft dipt the hour.
Mac~b. I'll bring you to him.
Macd. I know, this is a joyful trouble to you:
But yet, 'tis one.
Macb. The labour, we delight in, phyficks pain ;
This is the door.
Macd. I'll make fo bold to call, 3 for 'tis my li-
mited fervice. \_Exit MacdufF.
Len. Goes the King hence to day ?
3 for *tis my limited fervice. "] Limiitj, for appointed.
Macb.
The Tragedy ofMACBETH. 365
Macb. He did appoint fo.
Len. The night has been unruly ; where we lay,
Our chimneys were blown down : And, as they fay,
Lamentings heard i'th' air, ftrange fcreams of death,
4 And prophefying with accents terrible
Of dire combuftion, and confus'd events,
New hatch'd to th* woeful time :
The
4 A N D prbpbefying with accents terrible
Of dire combuftion, and confui d events^
New hatched to tb 1 woeful time .-] Here are groans and fcreams
of death heard in the air. Thus far a llrong imagination, arm'd
with fuperftitkm, might go. But accents terrible of dire csmbuftitn,
that is, prophejyingof them, in articulate founds or words, is a little
too far. However, admit this, we are further told, that thefe
prophefies are new hatched to tb"" woeful time ; that is, accommo-
dated to the prefent conjuncture. And this muft needs have another
author than the air inflamed with meteors. To be fhort, the cafe
was this ; Thefe figns and noifes in a troubled heaven fet the old
women upon earth a prophefying, and explaining thofe imaginary
omens, which brought back to their frighten' d imaginations thole
predictions in the mouths of the people, foretelling what would
happen when fuch figns appear'd. This he finely calls, New batch-
ing them to the woeful time. Intimating that they had been often
batched, or adapted, before to the misfortunes of former times.
Sbakejpear was well acquainted with the nature of popular fuper-
ftition, and has defcribed it fo precifely to the point, in a beautiful
ftanza of his ftnus and Adonis, that that will be the bell corn men:
on this paflage.
Look how the world's poor people are amazed
At apparitions, figns and prodigies,
Whereon with fearful eyes they long have ga^d t
INFUSING THEM WITH DREADFUL PROPHESIES,
Here he plainly tells us that figns in the heavens gave birth to pro-
phefies on the earth ; and tells us how too : It was by infilling fan-
cies into the crazy imaginations of the people. His language lilie-
wife is the fame; he ufes prophefies, as in the paflage in queftion,
to fignify forebodings. As this was the effecl of fuperilition only, we
may reckon to meet with it in antiquity ; of which the Englijb
reader may take the following account from Milton. Hijlory of Eng-
land, Lib. 2. Of tbefe enfuing troubles many foregoing Jigns appear d,
certain women in a kind of extafy foretold of calamities to come :
In the council- houfe were beard by night barbarous noifes; in the
tbeatrt, hideous bowling ; in the creek, horrid fights, &c. By this
time
366 The Tragedy of M A c B E T H.
The obfcure bird clamour'd the Jive-long night.
Some fay, the earth was fev'rous, and did fhake.
Mac}). 'Twas a rough night.
Len. My young remembrance cannot parallel
A fellow to it.
Enter MacdufF.
Macd. O horror! horror! horror!
Nor tongue, nor heart, cannot conceive, nor name
thee
Macb. and Len. What's the matter ?
Macd. Coiifufion now hath made his mafter-piece j
Mod facrilegious murther hath broke ope
The Lord's anointed temple, and ftole thence
The life o'th' building. .
Macb. What is't you fay ? the life ?
Len. Mean you his Majefty ?
Macd. Approach the chamber, and deftroy your
fight
With a new Gorgon. Do not bid me fpeakj
See, and then fpeak your felves: awake! awake!
\JLxeunt Macbeth and Lenox.
Ring the alarum-bell murther ! and treafon !
BanquO) and Donalbain I Malcolm / awake !
Shake off this downy deep, death's counterfeit,
And look on death itfelf up, up, and fee
The great Doom's image Malcolm I Banquo!
As from your graves rife up, and walk like fprights,
Ta countenance this horror.
time I make no doubt but the reader is beforehand with me in con-
jecturing that Shakefpear wrote,
AUNTS prophefying, &C.
i. e. Matrons, old women. So in Mi 'dfummer- Nigbfs Dream
he fays,
The wifefl u N T tilling the faddeft tale .
Where, we fee, he makes them ftill employed on difmal fubjeds,
fitted to diforder the imagination.
SCENE
the Tragedy of M A c B E T H. 367
SCENE V.
Bell rings. Enter Lady Macbeth.
Lady. What's the bufinefs,
That luch an hideous trumpet calls to parley
The (leepers of the houfe ? fpeak.
Macd. Gentle lady,
3 Tis not for you to hear what I can fpeak.
The repetition in a woman's ear
Would murther as it fell. O Eanquo^ Banqiio!
Enter Banquo.
Our royal matter's murther'd.
Lady. Woe, alas !
5 What, in our houfe ?
Ban. Too cruel, any where.
Macduff^ I pr'ythee, contradict thyfelf,
And fay, it is not fo.
Enter Macbeth, Lenox, and P )fie.
Macb. Had I but dy'd an hour before this chance,
I had liv'd a blefied time: for, from this inftant,
6 There's nothing ferious in mortality ;
All is but toys ; Renown, and Grace, is dead ;
The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
Is left this vault to brag of.
5 What, in our houfe? ] This is very fine. Had fhe been in-
nocent, nothing but the murder itfelf, and not any of its aggra-
vating circumftances, would naturally have affefted her. As it was,
her bufinefs was to appear highly diforder'd at the news. There-
fore, like one who ha:, her thoughts about her, (he feeks for an
aggravating circumftance, that might be fuppofed moft to aftecl her
perfonally ; not confidering, that by placing it there, (hedifcovered
rather a concern for heiieif than for the Ki ^ On the contrary,
her husband who had repented the aft, and was now labouring un-
der the horrors of a recent murder, in his exclamation, gives all
the marks of forrow for the fact itfelf.
6 There 1 1 nothing ferious in mortality ;] Serious, for valuable.
Enter
368 The Tragedy of M A C B E T H.
Enter Malcolm, and Donalbain.
Don. What is amifs?
Macb. You are, and do not know't :
The fpring, the head, the fountain of your blood
Is ftopt ; the very fource of it is ftopt.
Macd. Your royal father's murther'd.
Mai. Oh, by whom ?
Len. Thofe of his chamber, as it feem'd, had don't ;
Their hands and faces were all badg'd with blood,
So were their daggers, which, unwip'd, we found
Upon their pillows j they ftar'd and were diftracled -,
No man's life was to be traded with them.
Macb. O, yet I do repent me of my fury,
That I did kill them.
Macd. Wherefore did you fo?
Macb. Who can be wife, amaz'd, temp'rate and
furious,
7 Loyal and neutral in a moment ? no man.
" The expedition of my violent love
*' Out-run the paufer, Reafon. Here, lay Duncan ;
*' 8 His filver skin laced with his golden blood,
u And his gafh'd Stabs look'd like a breach in Nature,
" For Ruin's wafteful entrance; there, the mur-
therers ;
" Steep'd in the colours of their trade, their daggers
*' 9 Unmanly reech'd with gore : who could refrain,
" That
7 Loyal and neutral in a moment? ] Neutral, for unconcerned,
indifferent.
^ 8 His filver skin laced with his golden blood,'} The allufion is fo
ridiculous on fuch an occafion, that it difcovers the declaimer not
to be affected in the manner he would reprefent himfelf. The
whole fpeech is an unnatural mixture of far-fetch'd and common'
place thoughts, that fhews him to be acting a part.
9 UNMANNERLY B REECH'D with gore: ] This nonfenfi-
cal account of the flate in which the daggers were found, muft
furely be read thus,
UNMANLY REECH'D tvz'/ rer* :-
&**/,
The Tragedy of MACBETH. 369
c That had a heart to love, and in that heart
*' Courage, to make's love known ?
Lady. Help me hence, ho ! {Seeming to faint,
Macd. Look to the lady.
Mai. Why do we hold our tongues,
That moft may claim this argument for ours ?
Don. What mould be fpoken here,
Where our Fate, hid within an augre-hole,
May rufh, and feize us ? Let's away, our tears
Are not yet brew'd.
Mai. Nor our ftrong forrow on
The foot of motion.
Ban. Look to the lady ;
[Lady Macbeth is carried out t
And when we have our naked frailties hid,
That fuffer in expofure, let us meet,
And queftion this moft bloody piece of work,
To know it further. Fears and fcruples make us,
1 In the great hand of God I ftand, and thence,
Againft the undivulg'd pretence I fight
Oi treas'nous malice.
Macb. So do I.
All. So, all.
Macb. Let's briefly put on manly readinefsj
And meet i'th* hall together.
All. Well contented. \Exeunt.
Reectfd, foiled with a dark yellow, which is the colour of any
reechy fubitance, and mult be fo of fteel ftain'd with blood. He
ufes the word very ofcen, as reechy hangings, reechy neck, &c. So
that the fenfe is, that they were unmanly ftain'd with blood, and
that cTcumftance added, becaufe often fuch ftains are moft honou-
rable.
I In the great hand of God I fland, and thence,
Jlgalnft the und'rvulgd pretence 1 Jight
Of treas'nous malice.] Pretence, for aft. The fenfe of the
whole is, My innocence places me under the protection of God,
and under that ftiadow, or, from thence, 1 declare myfelf an enemy
to this, as yec hidden, deed of mifchicf. This was a very natural
fpeech for him who muft needs lufpeft the (rue author.
VOL. VI. Bb Mai .
370 The Tragedy of MACBETH.
Mai. What will you do ? let's not confort with
them :
To (hew an unfelt forrow, is an office
Which the falfe man does eafie. I'll to England.
Don. To Ireland, I ; our feparated fortune
Shall keep us both the fafer , where we are,
There's daggers in men's fmiles ; the near in blood,
The nearer bloody.
Mai. This murtherous fhaft that's mot,
Hath not yet lighted j and our fafeft way
Is to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horfe ;
And let us not be dainty of leave-taking,
But fhift away 5 there's warrant in that theft,
Which fteals itfelf when there's no mercy left.
[Exeunt.
SCENE VI.
^he Ontfide of Macbeth'* Caflle.
Enter RofTe, with an old Man.
Old Afflfl.npHreefcore and ten I can remember well,
JL Within the volume of which time, I've
feen
Hours dreadful, and things flrange ; but this fore night
Hath trifled former knowings.
RoJJe. Ah, good father,
Thou feeft, the heav'ns, as troubled with man's act,
1 Threaten this bloody ftage : by th* clock, 'tis day ;
And yet dark night ftrangles the travelling lamp :
Is't night's predominance, or the day's fhame,
2 Threaten this bloody ftage : ] One might be tempted to
think the poet wrote Jlrage, flaughter. But I, who know him
better, am perfuaded he ukdjjage for al. And becaufe itage may
be figuratively ufed for aft, a dramatic reprefentation j therefoie
he ufes it for aft, a deed done. Threatens a tragedy.
That
The Tragedy of MACBETH. 37
That darknefs does the face of earth intomb,
When living light mould kifs it ?
Old M. 'Tis unnatural,
Even like the Deed that's done. " On fuefday laft,
" A faulcon, towring * in her pride of place,
" Was by a moufing owl hawkt at, and kill'd."
Roffe. And Duncan's horfes, (a thing mod ftrange
and certain!)
Beauteous and fwift, the minions of their Race,
Turn'd wild in nature, broke their ftalJs, flung out,
Contending 'gainft obedience, as they would
Make war with man.
Old M. 'Tis faid, they eat each other.
Roffe. They did fo; to the amazement of mine
eyes,
That look'd upon't.
Enter Macduff.
Here comes the good Macduff.
How goes the world, Sir, now ?
Macd. Why, fee you not ?
Roffe. Is't known, who did this more than bloody
Deed ?
Macd. Thofe, that Macbeth hath flain.
Roffe. Alas, the day !
What good could they pretend ?
Macd. They were fuborn'd ;
Malcolm , and Donalbain, the Krng,'s two Sons,
Are ftol'n away and fled j which puts upon them
Sufpicion of the Deed.
Roffe, 'Gainft nature ftill ;
Thriftlefs ambition ! that wilt ravin up
Thine own life's means. Then 'tis moft like,
The Sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth?
Macd. He is already nam'd, and gone to Scone
3 in her pride of place,] Finely exprcflcd, for toujiJace
' in its quality.
Bb 2 To
The Tragedy 0/"MACBETH.
To be inverted.
Roffe. Where is Duncan\ body ?
Macd. Carried to Colmey-hill^
The facred ftorehoufe of his Prcdeceflbrs,
And guardian of their bones.
Roffe. Will you to Scone ?
Macd. No, Coufm, I'll to Fife.
Roffe. Well, I will thither.
Macd. Well, may you fee things well done there,
(adieu ;)
Left our old robes fit eafier than our new !
Roffe. Farewel, Father.
Old M. God's benifon go with you, and with thofe.
That would make good of bad, and friends of foes.
[Exeunt.
ACT III. SCENE I.
An Apartment in the Palace.
Enter Banquo.
THOU haft it now ; King, Cawdor, Glamis, all
The weyward women promis'd ; and, I fear,
Thou plaid'ft moft foully for't : yet it was faid,
It mould not ftand in thy Pofterity ;
But that my felf mould be the root, and father
Of many Kings. If there come truth from them,
1 (As upon thee, Macbeth, their fpeeches mine)
Why, by the verities on thee made good,
May they not be my Oracles as well,
And let me up in hope ? but, hum, no more.
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7J<? Tragedy of MACBETH.
'Trumpets found. Eater Macbeth as King, Lady Macbeth ,
Lenox, RofTe, Lords and Attendants.
Mac}). Here's our chief gueft.
Lady. If he had been forgotten,
It had been as a gap in our great Feaft,
And all things unbecoming.
Macb. To night we hold a folemn (upper, Sir,
And I'll requeft your prefence.
Ban. Lay your Highnefs'
Command upon me; to the which, my Duties